“The thought of suicide is a great source of comfort: with it a calm passage is to be made across many a bad night…”~ Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

AT THE CORE of all sublime masterpieces lies the looming shadow of creative scuffles between darkness and light. Behind all those forms, colors, songs, or verses is an inexplicable melancholy, which is invariably distant and aloof, that only a creator succumbs to and traverses amid its indefinable presence. Most often, great works of art are born out of pendulous pulses between obsession and madness, motivated either by unrelenting passion to create or by fleeing from the awful reality of human existence. The ontological presence of art can either conquer the incomprehensible Truth or drive its creator into the pit of despair and self-destruction.